<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862</id><updated>2011-07-03T09:15:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond in the Rough</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-2445565021483528787</id><published>2011-07-02T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:57:32.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-NwIhJM5vk/Tg-wNqSsc0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6r8HcHvql_g/s1600/014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-NwIhJM5vk/Tg-wNqSsc0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6r8HcHvql_g/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624908208346526530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOkfhTfhVDw/Tg-wNgp_UKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MGxPPCDfzmo/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOkfhTfhVDw/Tg-wNgp_UKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MGxPPCDfzmo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624908205759877282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these a few weeks ago on my back porch.  The sunset and the moon were just awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-2445565021483528787?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2445565021483528787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=2445565021483528787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2445565021483528787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2445565021483528787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-NwIhJM5vk/Tg-wNqSsc0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6r8HcHvql_g/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-6751050585723099935</id><published>2011-06-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:51:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://palacestationlasvegas.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Palace-Station-Las-Vegas-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past weekend I had to go to Vegas for a jewelry show and I decided to take Liz along with me.  We stayed at a five star hotel which was amazing and just hung out with my coworkers, but the best part was the surprise concert we went to.  The jewelry show put on a concert at the Mandalay beach featuring BRUNO MARS.  Yes, that's right.  There we were standing in a swimming pool eight feet away from Bruno Mars.  And the best part, drum roll please....its was free!  Yep free Bruno Mars concert.  Can't get any better than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Not sure who he is?  Check out Grenade or Just the Way You Are on Youtube.  Those are some of my favorite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-6751050585723099935?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6751050585723099935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=6751050585723099935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/6751050585723099935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/6751050585723099935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2011/06/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-1099363540378134791</id><published>2011-04-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:22:45.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoewawa.com/asos-sale-shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I have this obsession.  It can sometimes be expensive and it takes up half of my closet, but I love it none-the-less.  It's shoes.  I love shoes.  I love flats, heels, tennis shoes, sandals, you name it.  I believe a bad day can get better with a new pair of shoes.  It would be awesome if someday I had a closet dedicated to shoes (you know like in Italian Job).  Shoes make and break an outfit.  Shoes are AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-1099363540378134791?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1099363540378134791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=1099363540378134791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/1099363540378134791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/1099363540378134791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-obsession.html' title='My Obsession'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-994570779632091671</id><published>2011-04-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:09:25.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sign that I am a total geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//imgs/products/2293/636x460shirt_girls_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, a couple of months ago I found this shirt.  Needless to say, I totally had to buy it.  From a far distance it looks like a regular old London Tube map but looks can be deceiving.  In all reality it is a map of Middle Earth from Lord of the Rings.  I know, totally cool huh!  Let everyone know that I am officially a geek and proud of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-994570779632091671?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/994570779632091671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=994570779632091671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/994570779632091671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/994570779632091671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-sign-that-i-am-total-geek.html' title='One sign that I am a total geek'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-4796955240896023887</id><published>2011-04-09T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:49:16.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;div&gt;I'm back.  It been just a short time since my last post (he he) that I forgot my password to even log in to post a new entry.  That is just sad.  So here goes my second attempt at blogging.  Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-4796955240896023887?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4796955240896023887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=4796955240896023887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4796955240896023887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4796955240896023887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-7987891263649482542</id><published>2009-04-08T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:43:01.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/Sd1EcZc5sBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dzu-5pGPUHg/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322485589280927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/Sd1EcZc5sBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dzu-5pGPUHg/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title of this post may seem strange but prepare to be enlightened. Working at a jewelry company I get my fair share of interesting stories to tell. One has to do with my favorite tool at work, the Signature Engraver. What, may you ask is this? Well, one of my jobs as shop manager is to engrave each and every ring that is produced in our shop. Because of the metals that we use this engrave is fitted with a diamond tip the engraves on the inside of our rings. Most of the time its an extremely boring job, but there are some highlights. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt; a customer decides to have a special note engraved for their significant other. Most of the time it involves the words forever, I love you, a wedding date, and so on, but other times I hit what I like to call the "special notes that should only be repeated behind closed doors." This is not necessarily because they are inappropriate (which some are), but because they are so lame no one else should have to hear or see them. To those with these special notes I'm sorry to have to give you the cold hard facts, but did you stop to think about what you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt; etching into your symbol of love? So without further ado I give you some of my personal favorites. **Disclaimer** Some are not direct quotes, but you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retarded for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are mountain I am snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One room, one bed, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let our love be the shores between the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buttface&lt;/span&gt; forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stan and Joe (most of these are for our jewelers in Cali. Imagine that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your third (don't know if that's good or bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One love to rule them all (Okay, Lord of the Rings is awesome but it just seems kind of silly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puppycat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-7987891263649482542?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/7987891263649482542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=7987891263649482542' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/7987891263649482542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/7987891263649482542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-but.html' title='I love you, but...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/Sd1EcZc5sBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dzu-5pGPUHg/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-1702817097565674995</id><published>2009-02-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:29:17.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An awesome night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SaXiPWcNDAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aYeXQ6MSOew/s1600-h/celine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306896489275788290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SaXiPWcNDAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aYeXQ6MSOew/s320/celine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for Christmas, being the best sister ever, I got Liz and I tickets to Celine Dion. On Sunday we ventured downtown to see her concert, and it was amazing. After more than ten years performing, she is still just as good as she was back then. We had a great time listening to her classics as well as some of her newer music. If given the chance I would definetly go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-1702817097565674995?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1702817097565674995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=1702817097565674995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/1702817097565674995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/1702817097565674995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome-night.html' title='An awesome night'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SaXiPWcNDAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aYeXQ6MSOew/s72-c/celine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-4392982323293372779</id><published>2009-02-16T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:50:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SZoXnZLptzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/i1G9S2u8WUI/s1600-h/alias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303577476724274994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SZoXnZLptzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/i1G9S2u8WUI/s320/alias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I am the worlds worst blogger but I guess I can only get better from here. I sat for a long time trying to figure out what to blog about. Little did I know that the perfect subject had been sitting in my desk for about 4 years. Back when I was young and dumb I had this small obsession with a television show called Alias.(Small as in I watched it faithfully) Those who know about it know that it was great for about the first 2 seasons and then slowly went downhill. But who could pass up a girl that kicked major bootie and had a hot boyfriend? So my cousin Vanessa and I decided to write a poem about our love of this show. Although it is totally lame it still makes me laugh. So enjoy. (By the way, I made sure to get permission from Vanessa; although, this most likely won't save either of us from embarrasment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ode to ALIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday there is a sight&lt;br /&gt;We sit by the TV every night&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully at 8&lt;br /&gt;We sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;For the time to see a spy&lt;br /&gt;That caught us all by the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias oh, Alias&lt;br /&gt;Thy suspense has hooked us deep&lt;br /&gt;And why does this make our hearts beep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all there’s Sydney A&lt;br /&gt;Who could kick our butt any day&lt;br /&gt;And shows up with the strangest hair&lt;br /&gt;And does what no one else would dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next of all there’s hottie Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;With him along you can’t go wrong&lt;br /&gt;He always knows just what is right&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the situations tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Bristow knows his stuff&lt;br /&gt;But working with him can be very tough&lt;br /&gt;Can he be trusted at all?&lt;br /&gt;Or in the end will he take the fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloane is as bad as they come&lt;br /&gt;And he’s also not that dumb&lt;br /&gt;Likes Rambaldi, don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;Even if he had to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sark out cutie from Great Brit&lt;br /&gt;His real loyalties seem to flit&lt;br /&gt;When he’s captured he’s always scared&lt;br /&gt;But on the loose the danger is flared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixon is our help in danger&lt;br /&gt;He’ll never be to us a stranger&lt;br /&gt;His wife was killed by evil Sloane&lt;br /&gt;And now he feels quite alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall is out gadget man&lt;br /&gt;He talks and laughs as much as he can&lt;br /&gt;He provides equipment for the spies&lt;br /&gt;He has no life I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiss has come close to death&lt;br /&gt;And his figure has lots of breadth&lt;br /&gt;He is the best friend of Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;And gives advice on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all there is Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Who really got kinda borin’&lt;br /&gt;She married Vaughn, (what’s in his head)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, now she’s finally dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to wait for January which is a blow&lt;br /&gt;Because we will miss our favorite show&lt;br /&gt;Until then we sill sit and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not watch a show at eight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-4392982323293372779?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4392982323293372779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=4392982323293372779' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4392982323293372779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4392982323293372779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SZoXnZLptzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/i1G9S2u8WUI/s72-c/alias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-8585412838540097462</id><published>2008-10-09T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:46:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky huh?</title><content type='html'>So I love Halloween. In our house we have two major holidays where all the creativity flows. One is Christmas (tune on for that in December) and the other is Halloween. The following pictures are a small example of how we do things the "Right Way." Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6k-DZRcEI/AAAAAAAAALw/Hq_JNooNYoE/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319201158099010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6k-DZRcEI/AAAAAAAAALw/Hq_JNooNYoE/s320/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255318309972083074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6kKLd-AYI/AAAAAAAAALY/Vvdj1DvRdLw/s320/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255318883252888642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6krjGw5EI/AAAAAAAAALo/szSxs5_tep8/s320/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6lvVrmYoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zW02cx11aXY/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255320047880397442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6lvVrmYoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zW02cx11aXY/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6leCtOG7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/aRjhE9DTYQc/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319750729145266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6leCtOG7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/aRjhE9DTYQc/s320/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6lQGzEFnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7RZxvT1mfVU/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319511309227634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6lQGzEFnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7RZxvT1mfVU/s320/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-8585412838540097462?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8585412838540097462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=8585412838540097462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/8585412838540097462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/8585412838540097462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/10/spooky-huh.html' title='Spooky huh?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SO6k-DZRcEI/AAAAAAAAALw/Hq_JNooNYoE/s72-c/Picture+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-2381759645340313247</id><published>2008-09-17T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:54:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespean, Scenes, and Songs</title><content type='html'>OK, its only been forever since my last blog and I started to feel guilty about not posting when I noticed on my uncles blog that I was one of the last ones to update. Oh, bad me. Anyways, I have been meaning to post the entry ever since I got back but lo and behold a month and a half later I am finally getting to it. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;In July my family took a trip down to southern Utah. We stopped of at Bryce Canyon and saw the amazing scenery. That place is truly breathtaking. Sadly, (or maybe not) I was not wearing the appropriate shoe attire so our hiking was short lived but what we did see was beautiful. Then we stopped at Cedar City. We saw The Fiddler on the Roof at the Shakespearean festival. They do an incredible job. I have to give a little hurrah for the Fiddler because he is in my ward and he was awesome. Then, on to St George we did go. We had the opportunity to see Les Miserables and Tuacan. It was awesome but different. I have seen it before and this was the first time it was outdoors which was a little strange because they have live animals. The main character Valjean was not that great but Javer was amazing. So even though southern Utah is not my first choice in vacation spots I had a great time. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247141388029102018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SNGXSre5h8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dhkDiS7SZB8/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I took this at Bryce. I like experimenting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247142191319093394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SNGYBb-KEJI/AAAAAAAAALI/VlgLSoZnqUE/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bryce again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247141860859494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SNGXuM6cwiI/AAAAAAAAALA/zlPMlX-ssbE/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Fam&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247142630143807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SNGYa-uH0UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dfq6JWn99iY/s320/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mom, Liz, and the tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-2381759645340313247?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2381759645340313247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=2381759645340313247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2381759645340313247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2381759645340313247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/09/shakespean-scenes-and-songs.html' title='Shakespean, Scenes, and Songs'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SNGXSre5h8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dhkDiS7SZB8/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-5992420731308525573</id><published>2008-08-13T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:10:44.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love the Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SKOFxByZFnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hhh12XKZHTc/s1600-h/olympics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234174269274527346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SKOFxByZFnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hhh12XKZHTc/s320/olympics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SKOFAbhP9QI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VNbwZxqov7Y/s1600-h/olympics.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the Olympics and I always have, so this year was no different from any other year. I could not wait to start watching and the many amazing atheletes compete and do some pretty amazing things. So, in honor of these Olympics I thought I would give top five reasons why the Olympics are awsome. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's something that I can watch that is free of vulgartiy and others senseless things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to see the world get together to celebrate "One World, One Dream" (Beijing's Motto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can actually cheer at the TV without people wondering what I am up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I little friendly competition can't hurt, especially if we win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234174068929465282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SKOFlXcaC8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/KS8G5P5928I/s320/phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-5992420731308525573?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5992420731308525573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=5992420731308525573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/5992420731308525573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/5992420731308525573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-love-olympics.html' title='Why I love the Olympics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SKOFxByZFnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hhh12XKZHTc/s72-c/olympics.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-9014121197598855523</id><published>2008-08-03T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:23:38.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SJZK9axjcjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HiufULhPvxg/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230450436257051186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SJZK9axjcjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HiufULhPvxg/s320/Breaking_Dawn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I planned on reading Breaking Dawn over the course of a long period of time, you know maybe a week. Little did I know that this book would suck me in and I would be finishing it in the course of two short days. Don't worry to anyone that has not finished it, I won't spoil anything for you. All I can say is it didn't go as I had thought, but I was extremely satisfied. I even liked Bella which is saying something because I thought that she was the biggest loser in the other books but she really came through for me. I'm sad that it is the last of Twilight Saga but on the other hand I don't think that Stephanie Meyer could have ended it any other way. So I hope that those who are reading Breaking Dawn and those who will be reading it will have a good time. I know I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-9014121197598855523?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/9014121197598855523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=9014121197598855523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/9014121197598855523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/9014121197598855523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SJZK9axjcjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HiufULhPvxg/s72-c/Breaking_Dawn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-4494201969415935959</id><published>2008-07-22T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:54:13.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>So here I am sitting at home wondering what I should write about when it comes to me. I never got to brag about my trip to a small place called Disneyworld. Ok, just so everyone knows, I love Disneyworld. Having been four years since I lived and worked there, I was so ready to go back and I had the best four days ever. Mom, Liz, and I had so much fun. I love going somewhere where I can just be a kid again and no one cares. Whether young or old Disneyworld is a place where dreams come true. Rather than talking forever about it, I just thought I would share a slide show of my favorite things about Disneyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an addition to the post. Slide show to come soon as soon as I figure out how to work the stupid thing. You would think it wouldn't be that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its all good.  Scroll down and the pictures are on the right.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-4494201969415935959?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4494201969415935959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=4494201969415935959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4494201969415935959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/4494201969415935959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-7570435123187459492</id><published>2008-07-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:02:58.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Books</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I'm finally posting after a long hiatus which was not much of a hiatus since I was sick and then attending my grandfathers funeral but all is well I am back.  The topic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; post it all about books.  This post could really go on forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I love to read but I just want to highlight some of the books that I have read lately that I think others should read.  So here goes.  And for your reading pleasure I've decided to give a little summary about each book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge of the Witch by Joseph Delaney.  This is the first in an up to this point three book series.  It is about a boy who it the seventh son of a seventh son.  He father sends him to apprentice with the local spook who gets rid of witches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bogarts&lt;/span&gt;, and other scary creatures around the county.  It is a young adult book but may be a little spooky for children.   A plus, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;illustrations&lt;/span&gt; are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Looking Glass Wars by Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beddor&lt;/span&gt;.  This is also the first in a series of books which up to this point are two.  This is the REAL story of Alice in Wonderland.  I loved this book which is a shocker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I really don't like Alice in Wonderland at all.  Its got actions, suspense, romance, and even humor.  Who couldn't love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl by Phillipa Gregory.  For those who like historical books this is a must.  I loved reading about Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII.  I was hooked from the first page.  Warning-this book does contain some sexual scenes and some dirty language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.  At least for this post.  The Last Lecture by Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt;.  Some of you may have heard about the teacher who was asked to give what is called a last lecture which means that you give a lecture about the last advice you would give students if you were about to die.  Little did he know but this literally was Randy's last lecture as he was dying from cancer.  I was touched by what he had to offer.  This book really did change me and I would suggest it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  A very short list of the awesome books that I have read lately.  If any of you read any of them let me know what you think.  You could even give a few suggestions as to what I should read.  I would love more great books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-7570435123187459492?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/7570435123187459492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=7570435123187459492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/7570435123187459492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/7570435123187459492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonderful-world-of-books.html' title='The Wonderful World of Books'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-657481528830984593</id><published>2008-06-11T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:50:18.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SFBqssDaEvI/AAAAAAAAABY/TNM7bsZ_sXQ/s1600-h/heros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210782084839903986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SFBqssDaEvI/AAAAAAAAABY/TNM7bsZ_sXQ/s320/heros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okay, so I have a confession to make.  I am secretly obsessed with Heroes.  Well, maybe not secretly but I did not mean for it to happen.  When the show first started I told myself that I would not watch it for fear of becoming attached.  My sister kept raving about it and planning her activities to fit around the shows schedule.  Then, about a month ago I borrowed season one from my aunt.  From the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; I was hooked.  Hey, who can pass up and exciting show with hot guys?  I stayed up every night watching the show and when I finished with season one I moved onto season two online.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; NBC has all of season two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; to watch.  As I'm doing this I realize, &lt;em&gt;Amanda, you have become what you set out to avoid.  &lt;/em&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I am having a good time while I'm becoming an obsessive fan.  But, because of the dumb writers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt; heroes doesn't start again until September.  But, to make up for lost time its a two hour season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt;, and who can pass up two hours of Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Petrelli&lt;/span&gt;?  If ever I was in need of a hero to rescue me from the evils of the bad guys, he would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-657481528830984593?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/657481528830984593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=657481528830984593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/657481528830984593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/657481528830984593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-hero.html' title='I need a hero'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RLHhpHirA8/SFBqssDaEvI/AAAAAAAAABY/TNM7bsZ_sXQ/s72-c/heros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331858921891265862.post-2505011640173691771</id><published>2008-06-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:26:23.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Brave New World!</title><content type='html'>Well, here goes.  My first big step into becoming like everyone else.  I have to say that this has been a long time coming and I hope that you all enjoy reading about me and my silly habits.  What do you say in a first blog.  I hope I make your life a little bit funnier and a bit more relaxing.  I know this will be my outlet.  So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the mahem.  Tootles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331858921891265862-2505011640173691771?l=amandalnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2505011640173691771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7331858921891265862&amp;postID=2505011640173691771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2505011640173691771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331858921891265862/posts/default/2505011640173691771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalnelson.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-brave-new-world.html' title='Hello Brave New World!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008301525366709389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
